Inner Voices
Slowly, my head amasses,
what Here and Now can't do,
my volition step by step,
I train from the bridge up high,
spit in a barge, dash across,
where overloaded it sinks away,
relieved that it proved too little,
I gulp neither delight nor remorse,
but add in spite determination.
To volatile traces of the senses,
which like In and Out evaporate,
my memory claws on tightly,
how do I put them down in words,
work around at the torso's limbs,
delete, add point for point,
tempted by clamoring hues,
I cut neither in cheers nor disgust
the drive down to temperance.
Now my sails are unfolding,
fly disinhibited Up and Away
along geological time spans,
with a handful of methods,
data are checked, errors corrected
down to the last causal chain,
free from the brain's kaleidoscope
emerges color after color,
woe, if not in modesty.